Pairing: Bella and the pack
Rating: T for potty-mouthed werewolves
Genre: Er… friendship?
Word Count: 100
Prompt: "Damn, it feels good to be a gangster" needlepoint
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Purge
"She's fucking crazy."
No one disagreed with Paul, but didn't blame Bella who, several yards away, made hamburger of the Mercedes Guardian gifted to her by the Cullens.
Before leaving, Edward told her to keep the car.
Jacob gave her a baseball bat, telling her to feel better.
Bella swung again…
The sound of shattering glass made them wince.
"Oh, man…" Jared grimaced, mourning the luxury sedan.
Bella paused, panting, her hair in disarray, searching for another target.
Jacob approached the pack from behind.
"She having fun?" he asked.
"Dude," Quil pointed, "She's going full Office Space on that car."
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A/N: This could be fun to write, too… *winkwink*